I’m Not Coming Home

by LUCY
(Portishead, Somerset, England)

All those times I’ve told you,I’m not coming home have been lies. That I have said to your face, when I knew it was out of place.You have stopped believing it now, because you know I wouldn’t.For me everyday gets worst, I feel so cursed. But you say I deserve it,every little bit. I hate to see you so heartbroken, and the best part is you blame me.Because I was at the wrong place and wrong time, you make me feel sour like a lime.Your harsh words hurt; you make me feel like dirt. And you wonder why I say I’m not coming home. As we are standing in the streets, in the rain, I say I’m not coming home, but this time I’m not lying,you just stand there as I walk away. You say I will come back, but this time I didn’t look back and just carried on, I’m not coming...